Dog Rules

My son Casey is crazy about dogs, so when I stumbled across the book My Dog is the World's Best Dog by Suzy Becker, I thought of him. I'm going to get this printed so Casey can put it on a wall in his home.

Dog Rules

1.   The dog is not allowed in the house.

2.  OK, the dog is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.

3.  The dog is allowed in all the rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.

4.  The dog can get on the old furniture only.

5.  Fine, the dog is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed to sleep with humans on the bed.

6.  OK, the dog is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation.

7.  The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not under the covers.

8.  The dog can sleep under the covers by invitation only.

9.  The dog can sleep under the covers every night.

10.  Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the dog.

Homie was Casey's first (real) dog. He still has about a dozen stuffed dogs in a box in our garage. 

Katelyn holding Harli

Harli Growing

Casey and Harli

R.I.P. Homie

She was around 80 years old (in dog years) and the best dog EVER.

To read the story about the hole in the fence, click  here .

Cooling Off a Hot Dog

It's blasted hot here and Don is going to great lengths to keep our dog cool.

He hosed her down, moved things around on the patio, found a fan and an old water mister in our garage and rigged it up to blow on her. Now, that is love!

Two Dogs Having Lunch

I had to post this. It's too funny to pass up. :)

Talking Dog

If you do not think this is cute and/or funny, something is wrong with you.

Who's Sweeter...My Husband or My Dog?

I adore dogs (Well...most dogs. I don't care for little, yappy ones and I hate Poodles), but I cannot handle animals being inside my house. Since I am a teeny-tiny bit of a clean freak, I'm sure you understand my reasoning.  

Our dog, Homie, lives safely in our backyard. It is completely fenced in, so she pretty much has free reign.

Last Friday night, after her date, Katelyn came home to find Homie in our front yard. It had been storming, the wind blew the fence gate open and Homie snuck out. The dog's not stupid, but she did have a dilemma. The wind had also blown the gate shut and Homie was stuck out front. Being the precious, obedient pet that she is, she hung out and waited for someone (Katelyn) to come to her rescue.

After that night, Don decided to work on the gate and secure it. That meant fixing the gap Homie enjoyed peeking out of to survey the goings on in our cul-de-sac.

I suppose Don felt sorry for her, because when I came home from work one afternoon, this is what I observed...

A PEEP HOLE FOR HOMIE!

Who's sweeter? My husband or my dog?